Dry Humping Stories Novels & Stories

I straddled his lap, grinding my bare, already wet pussy against the bulge in his pants. “Oh?” he smirked, leaning back with his hands behind his head. “You want to take charge tonight, Cindy? Fine. Entertain me. Show me what you've got.” I smirked and started dry humping him slowly, rolling my hips and rubbing my slick folds against his hard cock through his trousers. “Mmm… you’re so hard already,” I whispered. I rolled my hips, rubbing my wet folds up and down his clothed cock, leaving a shiny wet patch on his pants. The friction against my swollen clit made me moan softly.

His fingers grip harder, digging into my hips and moving me making me melt against him. I scream out as his thumb finds my clit and pushes it while continuing to have me grind against his thigh. "Please, please, please!" My hands fist his black t-shirt collar which I use to gain control. My sweaty forehead is back on his. "Look at me love. Open your eyes." I do as he says and meet his hungry gaze. "Oisin...Oisin..." "That's it love, ride me." Dry humping his leg feels so wrong and yet...nope. Still wrong.

Every bit of me claiming you. I nodded, gasping, slapping back at his arm playfully, the mix of pain and pleasure blurring into ecstasy. We built like that, slow then fast, his dominance wrapping around me like chains I never wanted to break. Dry humping had been the appetizer; this was the main course, freaky and deep, his fingers now dipping into my ass, one knuckle breaching as he fucked my pussy. 'Oh shit, yes... finger my ass while you pound me,' I begged, voice hoarse, the double penetration sending me spiraling.

It sounds so raw and sexy. Leo moves one of his hands to my butt, he pushes me into his groin as he thrusts into me. I break the kiss in surprise of how intense that left. I look at him and he smiles at me and he does it again. I close my eyes and moan loudly. I start to move at the same time with him and the feeling gets even more intense. I have never tried dry humping before, so this is more intense than I thought it would be. We continue thrusting into each other for a while, the feeling becoming more and more intense with each thrust but I don’t climax.

She caught sight of his bulging erection beneath his swimming trunks, and she swallowed her throat as anticipation began building up in her belly. Russell lowered his bulging erection, still enclosed in his trunks, to her center and wrapped her legs around his pelvis. Now that his erection was centered on her crotch, it was the perfect position for dry humping. He claimed her lips for a searing kiss that took their breath away. Then he looked deeply into her eyes and began grinding on her core, creating intense friction between their genitals. He increased the intensity and speed of his grinding to the point where her core was already slippery and wet. He longed to free his shaft and penetra

Pulling his lips away from mine, his gaze is full of want and his jaw is tight when he speaks, “You’re going to come for me, Aria. I won’t stop until you do.” “Knox, please...” I whimper. “No talking. Keep your eyes on me and I will give you what you’re begging for.” Biting my lower lip, he watches me intently as he adds even more pressure. I never knew that dry humping could feel so good, but when I finally start helping and moving my own hips, the blaze inside builds, and I can feel the explosion on the horizon. “That’s it, ride me just like that! Come for me, Aria...come now!” He commands.

3’s mouth as well, leaving our lipstick smears around the skin of his fingers. Then he dips his fingers into his champagne flute, repeating the process again while we run out tongues all over his fingers. Then he does it the third time, then the fourth time, and by the fifth time, his fingers are totally coated with our lipsticks of different shades of red and pink, and yet dry from our desperate sucking. In a strange way this has made me horny, and when I look at No. 2 who's clenching her legs tightly, and No. 3 who's tongue is still out and her eye all hazy, I realise that they feel the same way.

"Feeling how thick I am, rubbing your little pussy like this?" "Yes," I whimpered, soaked and edging, clit throbbing from the friction. "Don't stop, please." We panted quietly, bodies rocking under the blanket, TV forgotten. His groans low in my ear, my soft moans muffled in the pillow. So close to cumming—just from dry-humping, his monster cock sliding hot and hard—but we stopped short, breathing heavy, pretending. "Gotta stop," he muttered frustrated, pulling back a little but staying close. "Fuck, Brielle."

Every little move I make sends electricity coursing right through me. It’s so good. So, so good. “Max,” I moan against his lips as we start to move faster. He grinds his hips into mine, moaning against my parted lips. It’s erotic. Mind blowing. Perfect. I didn’t think dry humping could feel this way. Then again, l haven’t had sex in so long that this is probably the reason why. I feel my orgasm building inside of me. It all happens so quickly. I raise my hips to meet his thrusts, closing my eyes when the wave of pleasure washes over me. A string of moans leave my lips and I see stars behind my closed lids.

I was now crouching with my butt facing his, I know this position freaking well, and being here in this kind of state makes me so wet. Goddamn it. I am in huge trouble. I couldn’t control myself, I wanted more of him inside or outside of me. I felt his hardened tip on my core when he thrust in and out while I was still wearing my undies. The effect of the dry hump made me go crazy, this position is too crazy. My moans were to be heard echoing across the room. My heat was slowly subsiding until he stopped and inserted one of his fingers into my core.